I saw Ralphie the other day at a funeral(not his). He’s a heck of a nice guy. He never set the world on fire, but everybody likes him. I’d say he did well. When he came in everybody said, “There’s Ralphie!”

How funny! Stuff like this makes me miss the South. Sometimes I watch Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil just to remember a bit of what being young in the South was like (e.g. social settings where representatives from every walk of life mixed and mingled). Like Julia Sugarbaker said, “In the South, we don’t hide our crazy people in the attic. We bring ’em down to the living room and show ’em off”.